Eight artists and writers, scratching out stories from our savage imaginations together since 2010. An underground comics collective.

1 Jul 2010

Bill's Illustration Nicks words

Before leaving home Bill already knew that this first meeting was going to be a disaster. He squeezed a spot on his chubby little neck that spat out a putrid pus resembling wasabi. The green gunk clung to the mirror like Bill clung to his hopeless dreams.

“I am not a failure” he repeated to himself as he wrapped a bandage around the wrist that he’d tried to slash the night before.

Later he went to the pub to meet the others.
He entered the building like a man entering Hades. Tentative, but ultimately doomed.

No one else had turned up.

He approached the bar timidly and asked for a pint of Courage. The barmaid misheard and brought him an excessively over-priced Mojito. Too embarrassed to complain he stood there stiff and awkward and drank the drink that he despised almost as much as himself.